Page 37 of Making the King

I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end, but whatever it is has Rocco getting out of bed, reaching for his clothes.

“Fine.” Silence. “Yeah, we’ll be there soon.”

I watch as he finishes getting dressed, unashamedly enjoying the show.

“We need to leave?” I ask, unable to hide the excitement in my voice.

Although this has been the longest day in some ways, I don’t feel tired. I feel reinvigorated, and like I need to do something other than lie here.

“Yeah,” he confirms. “Cain wants to go over something at Dirty Diamonds.”

Wrapping the sheet around me, I head toward the back door for a quick shower.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rocco sounds amused.

Turning around, I face him. “To clean myself,” I explain, confused when he shakes his head.

“No way, Killer. I want to know your cunt is painted in my cum.”

I feel my cheeks heat at his words, and a refusal is on the tip of my tongue. But then I take a second to ponder it, and… I think I want that too.

“Okay,” I relent.

Ignoring his satisfied smirk, I get dressed in the leggings and top from earlier. It’s not as impressive as my leather outfits, but paired with the boots it’s not half-bad. Plus, without heels I feel too small next to Rocco.

We get into his truck, and he quickly drives us to Dirty Diamonds where Cain’s waiting outside. He’s leaning against the wall, one leg propped up as he blows smoke into the night.

“My, my, my. If it isn’t Mr. and Mrs. King,” he says as a way of greeting. “How are you doing, Cara?”

“Better than some, worse than others,” I say with a shrug, making sure to turn each S into a hiss.

Cain’s brows shoot up. “You heard me,” he laughs, and I nod. “Well played, snake.”

Rocco shakes his head and takes my hand. “Let’s get on with whatever’s the reason you dragged me down here,” he says as we follow Cain inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Cain retorts. “Did I disturb your sex-a-thon?”

“His what?” I ask.

With a wink, Cain elaborates. “You see, some people turn sex into a marathon, or as I call it, a sex-a-thon. Wait, are you two having sex?”

“None of your damn business,” Rocco growls.

At the same time, I say, “Yes.”

When Rocco looks at me, I just shrug. I’m not embarrassed by what we’re doing, and I’d rather that the word spreads than having Mateo show up again. Or bitches like Mindy think they can take what’s mine.

As we reach the bar, Cain points at the guy behind it. “That’s Tex. Make good friends with him, Cara. He holds the keys to the liquor cabinet, so to speak. And if he likes you, he won’t mind making you some fancy cocktails despite your age.”

I wave awkwardly at Tex who nods back at me.

“Right, I’m going to borrow your hubby,” Cain says, turning toward Rocco.

“Give me a sec,” my husband says, not taking his eyes off mine. “Try not to get into any more fights, Killer.”

I grin. “I can’t promise that.”

He chuckles, closing the distance between us. “Just know that it makes me fucking hard to see you stand up for yourself. So unless you want me to make you come here, don’t tempt me.”

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